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denwritesandcries · 8 months ago

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Hug me Tighter – S.C

Pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: You’re only trying to make your girlfriend take a nap with you, the fact that it’s in a hospital bed after one of the worst nights of your lives doesn't really matter.

Word count: 1,8k.

Content: post-scream VI, cursing, tooth-pudding fluff, mentions of violence, cuddling, pet names, long dialogues, REALLY soft gfs.

Note: Damn, this might be the sweetest and cheesy thing I’ve ever written. Could also be an AU, since Anika is alive, or just Scream, if they could actually be happy.

English is not my first language.

You realized that you were waking up at a terribly slow pace, as if everything was suddenly in slow motion and even the smallest movement took hours to run and every second was longer than the previous one. Your body feels heavy and comfortably warm, resting on perhaps the best bed in which you've ever slept. You blinked slowly, failing to keep your eyes open, every movement of your eyelids almost making you fall into unconsciousness again.

Your body shudders with the feeling of a long yawn crossing you and you turn your head to bury your face back in the location and go to sleep again, only to be surprised when you come across hot skin instead of what your brain thought was a really soft pillow. It is only then that you register a movement against your back, light and constant, almost as smooth as your own sleepy state, climbing and descending your spine and enveloping you even more in this security bubble almost supernaturally.

Another weight lies between your neck and your head, right at the point of your wrist and there's another heavier resting on the top of your head, although you're sure of the mess your hair should be right now. Your hands grope and instinctively grab a handful of familiar fabric beneath you, feeling the texture of a sweater you knew very well.

“Sam,” your hoarse voice breaks the silence.

You were tempted to let the darkness and the inviting fog of sleep consume you again as you relaxed and held another yawn, but your resting place vibrated with a low laugh.

“‘M sorry, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Nah,” you denied with a satisfied sigh, sinking against her body.

The chin on your head pulled away and the hand on your back stopped and you immediately missed the contact, finally opening your eyes and lifting your head to protest.

“You're feeling better?”

Sam's question catches you off guard and you pause, staring into your girlfriend's soft brown eyes and raised eyebrow with confusion. Frowning, you finally decide to take a look at the place you are in and come across a messy white room with machines nearby. A hospital room.

The events of the last few hours come back to you in a quick, jumbled flash. The confrontation with the Ghostfaces, the deaths, the police, the ambulance... and the surgery, because of course in addition to all the terror and threats of the last few days you also ended up being stabbed.

Well, that explains why you feel so sluggish then. You're high on drugs. That is, if the IV prick in your arm is any indication.

The hand on the back of your neck moves up towards your face, fingers tracing the contour of your chin and jaw, thumb rubbing soft circles on your cheek, your body relaxes and you lean into her touch, sighing all too contentedly at the affection. The memory of waking up a lot more groggy before and convincing Sam to lay down too when you found her sitting next to the hospital bed holding your hand tightly slowly returning to your hazy mind. She was a little hesitant at first, but it wasn't that difficult to convince her to hold you with the excuse that it would only be for a few minutes. You bet it must have been a few hours already.

“Hm,” you murmured absently, stretching against her, “I’m definitely feeling much better now.”

“That's good,” your girlfriend huffed softly, “I can't feel my legs in this position anymore.”

That caught your attention.

“Am I too heavy?” You ask, lifting your head to examine her for any bruises from the previous fight, “I can move if it’s hurting you.”

“No,” She squeezes you tighter quickly, “I’m good here.”

Sam's own eyes were half-lidded, almost closing over the last few minutes you were asleep, but she refused to give in to the urge to doze off too. It would have been such a waste when she could just hug you and breathe properly for the first time since the last few hellish weeks you've all had.

The TV on the wall had long since been muted, with the image of some random animal documentary flickering in the background. Sam's head rested against the pillows and your body lay happily spread over hers – and she looked perfectly satisfied for someone who had complained and complained about your puppy dog eyes before.

Somewhere between convincing Sam to lie down and pretending to pay attention to the screen, you ended up falling asleep, one of your arms hanging lazily over the side of the bed. Sam realized this instantly, feeling your weight finally relax on her. It made her relax too. Not completely. Sam was never completely relaxed, no matter how tired she was, not anymore, especially not after a night like that. But she managed to feel good enough to enjoy the moment.

The environment was as welcoming as any hospital could be, but her embrace brought a sense of security that lulled you perfectly to sleep and the knowledge that everyone was okay and in the next room allowed Sam to let her guard down. Yet falling asleep and losing that, the feeling that nothing could happen as long as she held you tight and ran her fingers over your warm skin, seeing and hearing every sleepy sound and movement you made – from a tired sigh as you fit, to one of your hands founding the collar of her sweater and grabbing it, holding her close – it would be a waste.

“You sure?” You hesitate, searching her eyes for any hint of hidden discomfort.

Sam sighs, nodding: “You wouldn’t believe how comfortable I am right now.”

“Okay then,” you rest your ear on her chest, feeling her head nod and her heart bumping, still a little high. A yawn crosses your lips, “But let me know if you need me to move.”

She hums in response and you fall into a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of machines running and your soft breaths in the same rhythm left you trying your hardest not to fall asleep again until you felt your girlfriend's chest vibrate beneath you again in a barely contained laugh.

“You’re cute when you’re tired.”

“Huh?” you muttered, lifting your drooping head and finally refocusing your vision on her.

“I should probably get up now, let you get some rest.” Sam said, reluctantly removing her arms from you so she could move away.

You shook your head, grabbing one of her hands and letting them fall to the side of the bed, swinging freely in the air.

“No, I’m good here.” You echoed, denying nonchalantly. You let your head find a place on her neck, making her lie back against the pillows.

Sam sighed against you slowly, much more out of satisfaction – and relief – than annoyance at your insistence, returning to the task of running her fingers down your back until you spoke again.

“Where’s Tara?” You ask, voice muffled by the face buried in her neck, “And the twins?”

“They're watching Anika.” She responds and you get alarmed, before Sam reassures you, “She's gonna be alright, she just needs to stay in the hospital for a while longer. And also a lot of rest. Like you, by the way.”

“I am resting.”

If Sam hadn't been fighting sleep for over an hour now, she would have a wide, stupid grin plastered on her face at the sound of your indignant mumble. Since that wasn't the case, she contented herself with a small smile.

“Whatever you say, amor.”

She surrenders, completely this time, without any more false attempts to leave. Sam felt as if you were the one rocking her and not the other way around, as if nothing else could touch her, even for a little while. There were no worries about horrible jobs, breakdowns in therapy, pressure with college exams and much less paranoia about the existence of cinematic serial killers. Nothing else could exist in your – literal – white room. Just the two of you in that small bed.

Each synchronized breath of your chest next to hers pressed her own ribs, the delicate breath sending delicious shivers down her spine and making her completely aware of how close your bodies were and shocking her at how it still didn't feel close enough.

“I love you,” she says. Rasped, you barely hear it. “I love you so freaking much that sometimes I just want to drown into your chest and curl up between your ribs, with your heart.” She takes a breath, then pauses, hesitantly: “...Is that too weird?”

“...Well,” you gasp, heart completely racing against your ears, “No weirder than what we already go through on a daily basis, I guess.”

Sam groaned at your response, feeling like a lovesick teenager in one of the movies Tara and Mindy love to make fun of. Rambling poetically about her passion.

But, screw it, that's exactly what she is, right? Sam thought. Let her have it. She deserves it.

(Her therapist would definitely pat her on the back for that thought.)

Unlike what Sam thought she should feel with the realization of that thought, her heart didn't skip a beat uncomfortably, her hands didn't get sweaty and cold with the doubt of how to deal with this. It kept pounding in that same slow, steady, familiar rhythm, with one of the most precious and loved people of her life completely aware of how she felt.

“I feel like drowning into your chest all the time too.”

Her favorite place in the world was anywhere you were together and it was physically impossible to be closer than that at the moment, although she wouldn't give up trying.

It was pure and simple happiness. Warmth and security that captured her stomach and left it churning with what felt like a million bubbles popping simultaneously.

When you first came to her life and Sam realized being falling for you, she thought her love would swallow her. That it would be something she would keep to herself until it exploded. You seemed to have made it your mission to prove her otherwise.

“I didn’t say ‘all the time’ tho.”

Here you were, together and fine.

“Oh, shut up.”

Your grip on Sam's hand tightened in very bad feigned irritation and when you rose quickly to give her a kiss, your girlfriend burst into laughter and your lips hit her strong jaw instead.

“That tickles, baby.”

“I was shooting for your lips, but you moved.” You simply shrugged, leaning into her again and this time she met you on the way, a stupid smile growing between you and breaking the kiss too soon. You lay back down and Sam took a long breath, leaving one last kiss on your forehead.

This time, when her head feels heavy and droops from sleep, Sam does nothing to stop it, letting the feeling finally consume her.

Nothing, not even in her most vivid fantasies, had ever been so perfect.

And if by chance Tara ends up sending Sam a photo of the two of you napping the next day when everyone is getting ready to go home and it becomes the new wallpaper on her phone, well… that's nobody's business.

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter imagine #scream x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter #scream 6 #scream vi #melissa barrera x reader #melissa barrera #sam carpenter x you #wlw #denwrites

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sparklecarehospital · 11 months ago

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been reflecting on my year a bit, and i was thinking about something. i think i know what the best thing i did for myself this year was.

making cometcare public. making the ask blog.

ive had this AU stirring in my brain since 2019, ever since i got really attached to doomi during the haunted arc. one reason i went so long without revealing pollarrydoomi as a ship to readers was because doom's crush wasn't public information until late 2021.

i had kept his crush a mystery for 3 years, but revealed it after a fun experience where people figured out who it was through guessing. i'm pretty sure i did a poll about it? asking people to guess who they thought it was, and uni won the vote, meaning everyone had already figured it out.

after pollarrydoomi was revealed and i started drawing art for it and people made fanart for it, i still couldn't post any of my AU art because ally wasn't public and she and howie were in the AU. in july 2022, for the comic's birthday, i revealed ally as a character to the readers. others around the time had started to notice characters i had in pfps and i ended up telling everyone i did have pollarrydoomi ship kids, but i didn't make them public.

in november 2022, i revealed eve on toyhouse. after her reveal, i would soon reveal sly as well in december 2022 on my birthday (revealing sly as a birthday present to myself is such a funny gesture now that you guys know how important he is to me). over the next few weeks i revealed cream, frosty, and marco as well. all of the main cometkids except chem.

then one day someone out there suggested that i make an ask blog for the cometcare AU. it was such a spontaneous decision, and i didn't even really know what i was gonna do with it at first. i was just kinda messing around. but when i made the blog i realized that if i wanted this AU to be experienced in complete authenticity, i couldn't make uni cis.

so i revealed uni being trans through the blog, despite the fact i'd gone so many years without ever revealing her identity. why did i do it? there's a lot of reasons. not wanting to make her a "dad" in the AU contributed, but also i felt like it wouldn't be detrimental to the story to confirm a character being trans. it also made me (and the crew in general) a lot more comfortable being able to properly refer to uni with her actual pronouns.

making the ask blog really changed me, because finally i could share this little family and comfort story i'd built in my brain with the world and make it real and make content for it and let people consume it.

but what stopped me most of all?

i've said it many times before... but i felt like it was cringey.

i felt like making an AU with 93985893844 fankids in a ridiculous complicated polycule wasn't something a Serious content creator should do, and i was really worried the reception would be negative or people would think it was stupid or something. i did NOT expect it to become as popular as it is. the blog actually has more followers than the MAIN ASK BLOG for the canon comic. it was received SO POSITIVELY and the fact it was just kind of blows me away.

it means so much to me. being able to share the most special thing in my life with people and for people to actually like it and have fun with me and want to see it, and for me to be able to not have to follow strict professionalism about spoilers and chronological storytelling, and being able to change and add in things whenever i felt like it. it's such a freeing experience.

when i was a kid, i used to make stories and OCs and i didn't take them as seriously as i do the sparklecare reboot. this kind of turned into my entire life and career kinda, so i had to take it more seriously. but making this AU honestly just makes me feel like i'm a kid again, it makes me feel like i can have fun and literally do whatever the fuck i want without worrying what people think or if it's realistic or if it makes any sense.

i know though, that some people don't like pollarrydoomi. and i know why. whether it's because of being attached to barruni (of course, they're the canon ship and main characters, i get it) or just having discomfort with the idea of shipping doom with anyone when canonically he hasn't experienced a redemption arc... i get it. i know not everyone likes it.

and that's okay! people are entitled to having their own feelings about content. i understand it. and i've come to accept that's always going to be the case with anything i do with these characters.

but i'm still going to do this for myself. i do this because it makes me happy to just have fun and not worry about being serious all the time. it feels good, especially when it's with characters that are really really important to me.

cometcare is genuinely the most special and important thing i've ever made for myself, it's such a huge piece of my identity and it makes me who i am. and being able to make this story public and share it with people and share these things that have been in my brain for so long with others means so much to me.

that's why i think it was the best thing i've done this year. it's kind of literally changed my life to be able to talk about them. it's made me happier than i've ever been making content. i'm not just making it to entertain myself alone anymore, i'm making it to entertain others like i do with other stuff. and the fact people actually like it still is unbelievable to me.

so, i guess my outlook for next year as it comes is to continue to stop taking everything so seriously. i can tell my stories however i want to. i hope others can realize they can do this too.

please make whatever you want, whenever you what, as much as you want, even if it doesn't make sense or if it's "cringe". you will be so much happier when you realize as a creator you DON'T have to take all of this so seriously. the comic still exists and people read it even if i'm doing this. You Can Do Whatever You Want And Nobody Can Ever Stop You. the only person who can stop you is yourself when you let your inhibitions get in the way of your ability to create things for yourself.

have fun! life is too short to take everything you do seriously

#text #cometcare au #pollarrydoomi #long post

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necrotic-nephilim · 2 months ago

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i think stephcass could have been potentially interesting if fandom let steph be herself and not ultimate uwu girl boss erasing all her negative traits. where is her jealousy? unhealthy obsession with her crush and complete lack of understanding of the concept of boundaries ESPECIALLY if that person is already dating someone? where is her almost manic urge to push away other potential love interests (and at this point i realized she would NOT have been so chill with ives if tim had come out much earlier yikes)

BIG AGREE OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS.

because i love TimSteph for the reasons you listed!! there's something very unhealthy and teen girl-ish in the way Steph approaches relationships. she's angrily jealous and she thinks about Tim in a possessive way. like she is just so consumed by him and it's meant to be male comic writers writing how they think teen girls write about boys in their diaries- but it comes off as incredibly toxic. it's one of her deepest character flaws and what endears me so much to 90s Steph. she throws herself so deeply into romance when she has it, like she's afraid if she lets go of it for even a second it's going to leave her. and god forbid you be the person she falls for bc you will never maintain a healthy relationship with someone she views as competition, she *will* sabotage it. and to me these are all pros of her character. i *like* seeing how vigilantes struggle to maintain normal relationships- *especially* teenage vigilantes. Steph struggles to balance her "regular" life with being Spoiler and what things deserve a Stephanie Brown reaction and what things deserve a Spoiler reaction. and when she's dating, it's almost *always* going to be a Spoiler reaction and she shades her relationships through that lense. it's why civilian partners for Steph never really interest me. (besides the fact they always feel forced and clunky, like Steph's recent think with Maps' older brother?) it doesn't explore the way Steph loves to her fullest extent and how far she goes when she's into someone. there's no sweet puppy love for Steph, when she's all in, she's *all* in. she will do what she thinks is best for Tim oftentimes by her own will without his knowledge or approval, and sometimes massively fucks things up for him. bc she's just so wrapped up in what she believes is best, consequences are secondary.

and sure, she maintains healthy friendships. bc most fodder with StephCass is very healthy and soft. bc it's a *friendship*. and it changes radically when Steph is involved romantically. it's why there's such a difference in how Steph regards Tim when they're just friends as to when they were dating. she loves him and he's always going to be important, but that obsessive passion isn't what drives them anymore. so it's something you have to consider with *any* Steph ship in which it's a character she's had a friendship with- that how she interacts with them as a friend doesn't necessarily inform how she'd regard them as a lover. and that's the issue with StephCass. even the StephCass content that *is* comics informed (tho, a lot of it isn't and while i don't think fanon needs to be based on the comics to be good, i do think Steph and Cass are difficult characters to tackle if you aren't at least semi-familiar with their canon content bc of how warped they are in the fandom-) comes off with such a rose-colored lense that sours it for me. hell, even on Cass' side, things she's *canonically* done have been weird and obsessive about Steph. but that's never explored.

(tbh dare i say it's something to do with the phenomena in fandom that yuri is morally pure and perfect and yaoi is always dirty and bad- there's this almost sanitizing of sapphic ships sometimes to make them perfect and cute together and while i'm not here to yuck someone else's yum, i do think it's *telling* that women in fandom never get to explore the complex depths of unhealthy and toxic love in the way men do bc if you make a woman evil, it's misogyny. if you sexualize a woman too much it's misogyny. if you write her doing morally fucked up things even with the understanding it is her canon character, it's misogyny and you're villainizing her. i can sit here and say Tim is canonically shitty at relationships and ppl will not. if i say the same about Steph, then i'm critiquing a woman and holding her to an unfair standard. it's exhausting. it feels like StephCass only ever exists to depict Steph and Cass as morally pure and in love angels kissing in the background while the men get to do complex and nuanced and fun things in the foreground. this thought has probably been far more explored by others with more developed nuance on it, but i just wanted to point it out bc it's a very real thing i keep seeing *especially* in the Batfam fandom-)

and equally i think Cass' reaction to this intensity and obsession from Steph could be interesting. Cass historically has had poor reactions to knowing everyone is attracted to her and thinking about her, so that level of intensity i think could cause some negative reactions out of Cass that would add some very layered conflict to the ship. some of Steph's most negative traits *do* clash with Cass' wants and needs. it makes the ship more fun! it puts Steph's flaws on display as well as Cass' flaws and her internal issues surrounding romance. StephCass could be so weird and fucked up. but it's been defanged by this fandom in a way that turns me off to it. i love both Steph and Cass and i love exploring sapphic Batfam ships, so it *should* work for me. but the irony of it being popular in anti spaces combined with no one being able to acknowledge the flaws either of these characters have for the sake of making them kiss just. bores me and it's sucked any interest i could have out of it. bc god forbid women just be a little fucked up. </3

#necrotic answerings #stephcass #dead dove do not eat #you're so on point anon #ESPECIALLY about ives oh my god.#you're right.#she'd also have a complex about kon and bart i think.#like it's not healthy or normal but that's just how steph was #and we can chalk some of it up to bad writing don't get me wrong #i agree there's genuine sexism seeped into how she was written up until her death #but that doesn't mean years of consistent and explored character work should all get tossed out so you can pacify her for your own comfort #like if soft stephcass is your thing i get it that's so real #but i rlly don't think it's how they'd genuinely play out if both were in character. steph is sort of terrible with relationships.#timsteph was SUCH a disaster and that was what made them *fun*#and now ppl ignore that and call them siblings as if it is not integral to both of them.#let sapphic ships be messy dear god #carmilla did NOT die for this.#let stephcass be killing eve coded. ty.#cannibalism as a metaphor for love is SO steph coded.

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marknee · 2 years ago

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bts fanfics i think shakespeare and queen elizabeth i would’ve gossiped about.

chapter ii. ✷ chapter iv.

KEYS ON SEVERITY OF SHAKESPEARE’S STATE:

( ✮ ) — you can’t lie, shakespeare’s got a mouth on him.

( ♬ ) — they’ve ordered everyone out the room. peering through the window as we speak.

( ✎ ) — someone tell him to put that poor teacup down.

( ♛ ) — her majesty royally gasped. she’s clutching her pearls, bless her.

THE SHAKESPEARE SERIES.

WARNING: keep in mind, some of these authors are very strict on the rule that no minors should read their work if they’re underage, and i will honour that. but, at the end of the day, i am not your parent. so, there’s that. but heed my warning wisely. any smut or 18+ content is highlighted in bold.

NOTE: we’re on part three already? damn, times flies. if you’re new here, welcome to the shakespeare series where i write essays about fics that would absolutely annihilate shakespeare — hence the name. if you haven’t read the past two chapters, you can access them in the masterlist above! let’s get into it.

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( ♛ ) MATILDA — by @babystrcandy

!! yoongi x reader | 141.8k !!

brothers best friend au, angst, fluff, eventual smut.

my therapist would absolutely adore this fanfic. maybe i should recommend it to her. or just send her the link. she’d be thrilled.

this series is dedicated to anyone who felt like the second choice, the one always forgotten about, the so-called disappointment, the people pleaser, the perfectionist, the one whose family has let them down over and over again.

reading this, alike reading anything else, transports you to another world. however, the difference between this one and all others, is this makes you feel safe. secure. a safe place. a sanctuary you never realised even existed, where you feel accepted and loved. it takes the idea of home and really drills it in.

if you find yourself relating to this story, like i did, i want to you to know i see you and i truly hope one day you find everything you were deprived of growing up. you deserve peace. you deserve love.

while you’re at it, go give this author some love for seeing us, listening to us, and validating our experiences. and for writing such a beautiful story.

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( ♬ ) DILF JK — by @venusiangguk

!! jungkook x reader | 85.5k !!

strangers to lovers, dad!jk, friends with benefits, smut (18+), fluff.

if some army’s weren’t such delulu’s and so consumed by the imaginary idea that they’ll one day marry a bts member and live happily ever after, this is the type of shit we’d actually get. but no, we’re forever plagued by fiction because of a few overly obsessed wankers.

rant aside, dilf!jk is a concept. one that needs to be studied and researched for my own personal needs. because i thought dilf!namjoon was dangerous (and he most certainly is), but dilf!jk is a whole other… thing? being? story? i’ll leave that to the researchers.

personally, i love when authors mould fiction and reality into one body. they blend the two concepts together to create something beautiful, and this was duly noted within the topic of the age gap. deciding on something real for the benefit of both parties in a fictional story is so fucking applaudable. or perhaps i’m just an angsty fucker, sorry.

most definitely worth all the tissues and all the cheek aching. talking from experience.

i mean, it’s got ‘dilf’ in the title, is that not enough? it’s what made me click, anyways. i’m a dilf lover through and through.

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( ♬ ) A SERPENT’S FLOWER — by @jimlingss & @dovechim

!! jimin x reader | 34.2k !!

fluff, smut (18+), lil angst, hogwarts!au.

realistically, you knew at some point in this series there would be a harry potter!au thrown in somewhere, didn’t you? i mean, come on now. and i’m so happy this is the first one.

this two-parter and it’s sequel both are both due the respect they deserve. the perfect opposites attract trope? enemies to lovers? with a quick-witted slytherin reader and an even wittier hufflepuff park jimin? fuck me, don’t mind if i do.

i never say a fanfic has everything. but this fanfic has everything. character, romance, humour, angst, wit, the list goes on. it’s a fanfic buffet: it’s got it all, and you just help yourself.

and i realise some people don’t read the sequels to fanfics (i know), but i beg of you. read the sequel too. if anything, i think the sequel was my favourite bit. and i know some people don’t like the pregnancy trope, but i’m telling you there definitely is a time and place for it. and this is the time! and the place! trust me.

did i cry at the end of this fic? i can’t remember. but the probability is higher than i’d like it to be.

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( ✮ ) ZERO GRAVITY — by @luxekook

!! namjoon x hoseok x reader | 11k !!

space!au, poly!au, angst, smut (18+), crack, fluff.

if someone doesn’t drop me on a spaceship with two of the hottest men on the planet in the next fortnight, i’m suing. don’t know who that’ll be yet, but some poor sod will have his hands full, that’s for certain.

i love space!au fics with my whole heart and ass. honestly, every time one comes up on my page, i have to save it. it’s a reflex at this point, they’re just too good. you know what is also too good? the built up tension within this fic. jaw-dropping.

i’m not giving out any spoilers, but the author really said, bonk— here is the nastiest smut you’ve ever read in your life. take it, or get fucked. and of course, i took it. but nothing really prepares you for that atmosphere change. not even the sex club was remotely ready. and it’s a sex club.

not going to lie, before writing this essay, i actually went back and read it again, just to make sure i was in the right mind the first time i read it. and yep, sure was. it’s just shocking how insane this fic is.

btw, anyone fancy a visit to throbbing disco sticks? i need a word with the person who came up with the name. and perhaps a kiss too.

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( ✎ ) NO CHOICE (NEXT TO YOU) — by @gukyi

!! yoongi x reader | 13k !!

college!au, frat boy!au, neighbour!au, enemies to lovers.

miscommunication. my lover in fanfics, my worst enemy in real life. hence why i love this fic so much. because it’s not real life. (unfortunately).

we’ve all done that thing where we’ve accidentally eavesdropped onto something we shouldn’t of and one thing leads to another and boom, you find yourself misreading the whole situation. and you’re lying if you say you haven’t.

well, that’s this fic for you. times a thousand. honestly, enemies to lovers fics never do me wrong. they’re always a joy to read — the thrill and the very, very prominent sexual tension keeps you excited, waiting on the edge of your seat to see how everything plans out.

my point? this fic never bores you out. read it a thousand times and it still feels like the first. and not a lot of fanfics have that power, i’ll tell you that. a few, yes. but not a lot.

don’t take reading this for the first time for granted. wish i had that privilege. jealous.

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( ✎ ) THE PRINCE’S CINDERELLA SYNDROME — by @jimilter

!! jimin x reader | 39.4k !!

cursed!jimin, supernatural!au, strangers to lovers!au angst, smut, fluff.

this fic altered my brain chemistry permanently. there’s no going back. i’m officially ruined, you guys. i don’t even know who i was before i read this. it was just- bang, clean slate.

to begin with, i thought ‘this bitch saw him twice and her knees buckled. what the fuck.’ but then i realised that bitch is me, and the so-called him is referring to thee park jimin, so really. i got it. who wouldn’t absolutely power move it after seeing such a sight? i might just jog a little. sprint on a good day.

i would happily write a five thousand word essay for you on how fucking good this plot slash idea was, and an additional ten thousand on how sad, but i don’t think my fingers— nor my mental state would be able to go through that. not again. please.

but as i mentioned in the last fic above, do not take reading this for the first time for granted. however, only because you will lose all rationality.

shakespeare most definitely plagiarised this fic. he wrote it down and her majesty knows. that’s why he looked so proud of himself at tea. the sneaky fucker. just he wait until i tell @jimilter.

sobbing. again. or is this the fourth time?

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( ✎ ) ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS — by @kookskingdom

!! namjoon x reader | 15.4k !!

soulmates!au, fluff, angst, minor character death.

i mean, i already sleep too fucking much. only being able to meet my soulmate through my dreams would just make me comatose. you’d never hear from me. ever.

and yes, you saw the tag. it’s another soulmate!au because everyone knows how much nini loves her hopeless romance. but! who doesn’t. they’re too good to scroll past. so when i finally read this, i knew it was going in the series.

the unknown certainty between the pair of when their next encounter would be with each other, causing them to cherish every single second, that. that’s what i want please. someone who drinks up my existence knowing we will soon part from each other. i cannot.

i love, love, love the concept of soulmates, fate, destiny, whatever. the whole shabang. i bathe in it. so, of course, this fic was a big hit with me. and if that too is your thing, and you love the idea of two souls being intwined inside and out, this is your golden ticket.

@kookskingdom is mentioned in this chapter twice. but can you blame me? you find a ticket to the chocolate factory, of course you’re going to hold onto it as tightly as possible.

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( ✮ ) VOICEMAIL — by @joonary

!! seokjin x reader | 7k !!

fluff, humour, friends to lovers, college podcast!au.

you know those dramas where both the two main characters are so completely smitten with each other to the point you’re practically screaming at your screen for them to “just kiss already!” but won’t because they’re hopelessly oblivious, even though everyone is telling them how in love they both are? yeah, that’s this fic. in a nutshell.

though in their defence, i feel i would definitely do the same. but still, does it stop me from getting frustrated with them? no. i was absolutely raging.

this cute story was so, so sweet i was practically clutching the phone for an emergency appointment to the dentist. my teeth were rotting with all the added sugar, like hello? my teeth? but just like chocolate is, it’s addicting. and you can’t stop yourself.

perhaps i’m just a sucker for friends to lovers fics, but this one particularly caught my attention. it’s 5k of pure infuriation, and 2k of fluff.

but so worth the impatience.

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( ♬ ) FALL IN HATRED — by @jimlingss

!! seokjin x reader | 20k !!

divorce!au, angst, fluff, smut (18+), marriage!au.

first bullet point is just the thought of fuck me, ‘cause where do i start with this?

separation — in some ways — is the easy way out. you just get up and leave. walk out, whatever. boom, just like that. but the emotional repercussions are what make it so distressing. making that daunting decision to leave something— someone in our past, may be one of the hardest things we humans ever have to do.

this fic goes through the rough battle of what it means to be committed to a person. the battles of finally giving up on someone you once thought the world of. and honestly? that may be my worst fear. for someone to love me so deeply, and then lose that over time to see me as nothing more than an inconvenience of their past.

never been through divorce. hopefully you, nor i, will ever have to. but after reading this, i don’t think we have to experience it.

this amazing, yet painfully angsty fic does it for us. and a fucking incredible ending.

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( ♛ ) THE ROAD TO RADIANT — by @kookskingdom

!! jungkook x reader | 25.9k !!

gamer!au, streamer!au, fluff, angst, smut, rivals to friends to lovers!au.

this got a crown on the shakespeare state chart purely for the fact i have never played valorant in my life, and single-handedly managed to impress my friends — who are obsessed with said game — about my newfound knowledge of gaming, purely from this fic alone. felt like a fucking genius.

i was going to add this to part four, but i genuinely had to swap some fics around to put this baby in. i found space for her, so she’s here. and deservedly so. why wait?

this fic does a very good job of highlighting the deep misogyny and sexism that runs within the gaming community towards women. like, can women not be good at gaming too? do people really believe gaming is purely a man thing? is this really the society we live in? yikes.

and if you do happen to read this fic and reach that argument scene with jungkook, please let me know. i want you to know i, too, was absolutely fuming. phones were thrown. naughty words were said. angry voice messages to said best friend were recorded.

final special mention for the smut scene. had me sweating like a sinner in church. lord have mercy.

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( ♬ ) BRASS AND STRINGS — by @jimlingss

!! namjoon x reader | 113.7k !!

slice of life!au, fluff, slow burn, college!au, music!au.

take a shot every time this author is mentioned within this series. you’ll end up blackout pissed. it’s a shame they left this platform, but i hope they’re doing well. their fics have really left an impact on me. and i’ll forever be grateful.

ah, yes. the cheesy clichéd trope of the mean girl and the nerd. a mix of two completely different personalities and flavours that supposedly fit together like two broken pieces of a puzzle. the very foundation of a 2000’s romcom. an iconic pairing that has been hammered into us by the media since day one.

it’s the opposites attract that lured me in initially, but it’s the character development throughout the story that nestled itself into my heart, and got me to stay. this fic holds dear to me still.

i have gatekept this fic long enough, and i am trusting you to bear it with love and extreme care. like you’re holding a small, fragile baby in your arms. do not let me down. please.

one more thing, don’t share this with shakespeare. every time he’s brought it up, i’ve told him it was a really weird dream and he’s only just started to believe me. yes, i feel shit about it, but it has to be done. the man’s a menace.

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( ✮ ) TANGLED WEBS — by @ughseoks

!! jungkook x reader | 14.1k !!

spiderman!au, soulmate!au (yup), angst, fluff.

if any of you say a word about the second tag, i will fight. i will never stop recommending them. me and the soulmates!au are soulmates. irony at its finest.

i genuinely wish spidey!jk was a real adaptation. because even though andrew is my favourite spiderman, i fear there is a large difference between the pair that separates them. andrew can play peter parker. jungkook can (re: could) play peter parker. but could andrew play jungkook? no.

in this fic, the whole characterisation of both jungkook as spiderman and the soulmate!reader is so well written. you can perfectly picture jungkook being that awkward high school boy by day, and secret superhero vigilante by night. i mean, fuck me. how is he not knackered all the time?

mixing in that final zest of soulmates!au everyone (re: me) loves, you’ve got yourself a hell of a plot line.

romeo and juliet were not soulmates, shakespeare. they were children. why aren’t you taking notes? stop talking to the queen. she’s tired of all your bullshit. and so are we.

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notedchampagne · 24 days ago

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One thing I think might be becoming a pet peeve for me is the idea that a perfect lyctorhood is attainable and, more importantly, desirable.

Don't get me wrong, I think Perfect Lyctorhood is something that is technically achievable within the setting, but that it would be like sewing two persons together. Anything necromantic is a negative sum game that relies on taking and taking and taking. It would be hard, it would be grueling, it would be hollow, even more than other Lyctorhoods.

Petty lysis is about power inbalance, about being willing to take and give more than it would be healthy or morally correct do so, being the fuel to a eternal furnace and a furnace willing to burn forever.

Major lysis is about forfeiting both of yourselfs and the world to make something new that may live on without you, carving out a silver lining with your own hands in an imposible situation. Using the already burning coals to forge something to leave a mark on the world.

Perfect lysis? Between equals? A mutilation, a cowards way, wanting the other to live but unwilling to pay the price of being the fuel, holding on to each other like parasites slowly consuming each other, the porcupines dilema but the porcupines are so close and embedded in each other any attempt to move away will make both of them to bleed out, so the only option is to get closer and closer until their bodies stop working from the damage and stress. Like cracking two eggs swapping the contents and putting the shells back together and expect to not leak and rot.

... Dang it I ended up doing meta

treat. you ended up doing a half a poem while youre at it but yeah i agree. i like that tlt interrogates the concept of love. ive seen a lot of people - me included - romanticize the codependent aspects of necrocavery... playing with codependency and enjoying it has its positives but i think it tends to hinder genuine analysis when a "happy ending" is all you can think of. lyctorhood as a whole is not only unhealthy, it continues to perpetuate the imperialism and the exploitation that ended up killing nearly all the characters in tlt

#talking back #trick or treat

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bigkingxl0 · 4 months ago

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i’ve sent a couple of anon’s before and honestly the longer i find myself scrolling tumblr and your page the more addicted im getting. ive never been as fat, lazy and porn-addicted as i am now. im letting an app turn me deeper into becoming a gooner gainer and it’s just turning me on

You're turning into what you're supposed to be. You're addicted to letting this app control you. It's time to delete other time wasters off your phone. You need tumblr (and Twitter, follow me there for real corruption) and alternate between eating and consuming content. You're already in so deep, why not give in entirely? You are obviously enjoying it. You're hooked and you need more.

Delete your other social media accounts. You don't need IG, Facebook, snapchat, nothing. Just keep frequenting posters who tell you to get worse. Who explicitly show you how to get worse. You are addicted to being worse. You scroll tumblr all day until you get hungry and then you open your folder of just fast food and pizza apps. It makes it so much easier to get back to what really matters. Order a doordash order that would be embarrassing to order in person and keep your eyes glued to your phone. When your phone dies you can scroll on your computer instead. It's time to make some serious life style changes, and I don't mean quitting.

Shit, I guess never leaving your house and mindlessly scrolling for dopamine can make you fat? Really fat? Oh well... Nothing you can do to change it now. Better keep scrolling.

Oh, hey, I think bigkingxl just posted a new story...

#slob #fatter future #glorify obesity #hot #weight gain #fat #text #text post

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appleblueberry-pie · 5 months ago

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How did you get into fan fiction?

I began reading it one day. I remember I searched up my comfort character online, and a wattpad "x reader" fanfiction with them in it popped up, and I clicked it, and now here I am. Lol.

It was my high school senior quote, but at some point you have to stop consuming and begin creating. And as much as I loved reading fanfictions, I wanted to try it out. It was literally so bad, like I can't stress enough how bad the fanfictions were. My first attempt flopped and I took it down😭.

My SECOND one.....I worked on that for about 4 years. I got about half a million readers and then wattpad took the entire thing away. I was lowkey sick of writing just pure smut on it anyways. That's what the entire thing was. Just my favorite characters being fucked and that's it. The longest fic I've written was in that book, which was around 5.2k words and I haven't topped it since.

Anyways. I took a break writing fanfictions after that was taken down and shifted to AO3, where the first half of that popular book still remains. No, I won't tell what it is. I got obsessed with the site and ran through it entirely. Seriously. Everytime i tried to search for more content on there, all of the fucking titles would be grey bc ive already READ IT. ☠️ I LOOOOOOOOVED AO3 but it's literally dead. At least the fandom I was looking into was dead on that site. Very, very sad.

I felt neglected at that point and heard tumblr was good even tho i thought it was like a dating site. It's not, obviously. The first time I tried being on here, the theme and construction of the site really overwhelmed me, so I thought I still wouldn't like it. But that was 2 years ago, and now I'm writing about my favs on here, too.

Funny thing is, I shifted from smut to just pure yandere filth.

But the real thing that got me to write on HERE is that a looooot of people are on this site, and a lot of people post super often. I love being involved in communities like that. I also write on here because I felt the yandere community wasn't being represented correctly. I've been a big ass fan of yandere content since 2020. And I felt like if I shouted with my artistic language from the rooftops, people that deserve to have what they're missing in the content they read would find it in my works. The only yandere fanfics I find on here are rape and manipulation fanfics. There's a spectrum of yandere tendencies, and I try to show the whole lining to you guys.

But I wouldn't be able to do all of this without the influence others have put on me. All of these writers are way more than I'm saying on this post rn, and I couldn't be what I wanted to be known as if it wasn't for them.

#jjk fanfic #yandere #jjk #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #jujutsu kaisen #yandere character #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk #atsv #atsv miles morales #miguel fanfic

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over all thoughts i suppose? (spoilers, and knowing the kind of genre that mout.hwashing offers, these warnings can apply here. i tried not to say it so bluntly but do keep in mind if you're sensitive to it)

ITS SO LONG IM SORRY

this might come off as very rushed because its 12am and i have school sooo wkakdkks but but man. might not word stuff correctly and im sorry in advance but here goes

this game is one of those stories which really emphasizes on the fact that no one is really truly a winner or hero. one of the reasons why i love dark content such as this, is cuz of how people can go from being the kindest person, to the worst person alive and its all because of an event that is uncontrollable. man vs nature kind of plot device. the way they eventually get peeled off of their humanity just to protect themselves is... just something to stare in awe at. makes you think. tbh this line is most applicable to jimmy. hes a fuckin beast that i am afraid of

ive said this before, but this game really reminds me of lisa the pa.inful. the characters are forced into an uncontrollable situation, has this one consumable that is always present in the story (the mouthwash/the joy pill) and dealing with other people who cope with the situation differently. some are positive, some are neutral, or even worse

before i continue - i Do Not Like Jimmy. I do not respect him and I don't want to ever put him in a good light. so keep that in mind as i ponder about this.

jimmy is an incredibly complex character, i just wanna applaud the way he was written here - he's utterly detestable and flawed and yet he thinks he's doing the right thing. i hate to say it but he really helped make the story so. toe curling and unnerving. its insane. i really don't know where to start with this man but he clearly wants to be someone he's not. he's jealous of curly for being the superior leader, the one everyone relies on. the one in control. something he wishes he had. so when he actually does assume the role of captain, he starts to get so upset that he's failing to be their captain even if he wanted it. its so. its so petty like it seriously says a lot about him. he just wants to be feared YET he jumps the gun on everything AND doesn't want to be held accountable on what he does and blames it on everyone else. he just wants his hands to be clean. too bad. you are FLAWED everywhere. he's such a manipulator too, and i bet you that's why he wants to be in control. to let people do his bidding and if they fail, its their fault. not his. eeugg. i still will not forget his gaslighting towards daisuke on the vent scene. because of this, daisuke hurt himself SO bad. as if that wasnt it. fucking jimmy thought it was a good idea to THROW MOUTHWASH on DAISUKE'S BODY hoping it would act like some DISINFECTANT when even ANYA, THE MEDICAL STUDENT said that this is not a GOOD DISINFECTANT SUBSTITUTE. again. dude jumped the gun and just fucked around and found out. what happens? swansea is forced to mercy kill him. because of JIMMY'S DUMBASS. incredible fuckin work dude. /SARC.

as much as i am upset over daisuke's death, i dont think he had any chance after that disinfectant. he was practically burning alive and I wouldn't want him to suffer like that. its terrible. its sad even because i think swansea had a little familial bond with him and it probably really hurt him to do him like that. they remind me of hank and connor from dbh. hank was initially distant and mean to connor but through connor's kindheartedness and general innocence, hank couldn't be mean forever. the same can be said for swansea and daisuke. that's how i see it. i also wanna throw my 2 cents here, i feel that swansea is very regretful for not being the most... successful man. especially as a father. i feel that him being with daisuke is his second chance to be a good father figure to someone since he has already failed his own family and wanted to make up for it by teaching daisuke how to be a mechanic (again, reminds me of lisa the p.ainful. brad and buddy. if u know, u know)

i remember somewhere during my gameplay, jim was so angry when anya asked him to do the pill duty on curly. like hello? as captain aren't you supposed to understand your crewmates? why so dismissive? aren't they your responsibility and it's your job to also check on their morale??? why do you think the sweetener is only within captain's restriction? to ensure that everyone's mentally okay! hours go by, i see curly and he says his chad line "as captain, you are all my responsibility" AND I WAS LIKE OKAY THIS MAN GETS IT. HATE HOW THE GOOD ONES GO TOO SOON. CLEARLY JIM IS WAY OUT OF HIS LEAGUE he doesn't deserve that spot its insane he was provided that role. (i am aware of their. friendship :\)

ok ok i know you're gonna say "jil curly isnt that perfect either" YES that's why i said earlier "nobody is truly a hero" we all know that scene when anya confessed what happened to her and what did he do? idk he just says. "ill talk to him" sorry what akdjfhdhd i don't think talking is enough. he needs to be held accountable for that.... oopsie! nopee! jim already fails at being responsible soooo!!!! im sure i can say more for curly but atm ill just. stop there because i would prefer to do a round 2 of the game and then provide more insight

anya is... is a tragedy to me. a girl who had to retake her medical classes only for none of it to be successful, so she's left feeling unconfident knowing shes not really... well versed. but she really is trying her best and it has to be appreciated. the mere fact that curly is still alive is definitely because of her and i think she did amazing. she is a very sweet, and smart woman. i just hate how agaiiin ooh fuckenn jimmy has the gall to see her less of a person and devalue her worth its so djfbfbhdjdjd UGH it must be so overwhelming for her too, as the only woman in the ship it can be really scary. she's lucky to have swansea, daisuke and curly treat her right. except for Him. truly sickening. the fact that he didn't react so much to her ... demise is so ://// arent you at least, perhaps, feeling guilty? (no he's not) (the only nightmare he has of her is the fact she has ... a baby because of Him. yet again. displaying his need to have a perfect record. to have no dirt on himself. but he really does.) i truly feel sorry for her, she didn't want her unsuccessful classes define her capabilities, so she always tries her best to be informed. about the ship, her medical work, and curly of course. i remember when she said "our worst moments doesnt have to define us as monsters" or however it went. i like to think she was also saying this to herself, that even if she's just a nurse and not a doctor, she can still be of help. and it doesn't make her any less credible. i really want to hug her. i noticed she became so nervous and antsy after that subtext had been implied, i feel sorry for her.

daisuke is probably last person to have committed something so serious (iirc) and he was in fact, the victim of something worse. though it doesnt make him the perfect character either because he's just some guy who didnt have a good future ahead of him and just got there because his parents wanted him to be worthy. he was quite insecure about not being useful. (jim exploited that.)

yes daisuke may be irritating to them, but he really means good and he tries not to fight with others. im sure this is also his way of respecting everyone else as he's just an intern and they all collectively know better than his rookie self. he's quite obedient.

i wish i could say more because i really really loved this tragedy from start to finish and I could pinpoint every small detail but... ill just hold myself there hehe

i dont wanna start any arguments or debates abt the charas, i just wanna express how i understand them so far. dont take these for granted since this is all based from my first play and i'd definitely be more informed and well versed if i replayed/took time to read the intricate details

i'm very happy to have checked this game out. i was first exposed to this by jack's video and i immediately put it on watch later, not knowing it would get super popular lolol but im glad to catch up now

#~ rambling #mouthwashing hours #zzzzzzzz

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teyamskxawng · 2 years ago

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In Heat [VI]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

The rundown: Blessings from Jake and Neytiri + pre-date night fluff <3

Warnings: 18+ content, language, mention of reader's deceased parents, characters are aged up, minors do not interact!! please

WC: 9.0k

A/N: This one was long, but one more chapter to goooo

The early evening light cast deep hues of orange and purple upon the landscape as it retreated, gracefully surrendering to the impending darkness of night.

After spending the entire day basking in each other's company, blissfully unaware of the outside world, you and Lo'ak finally prepared to leave your sanctuary high in the canopy of Hometree.

In a lovesick-fueled, spur-of-the-moment decision, the two of you planned to visit Jake and Neytiri, eager to share the news of your budding relationship with them.

Lo'ak, fully intent on doing things the right way when it came to courting you, was aware of the long-held tradition that called for a guy to seek permission from the girl's parents before pursuing their daughter.

However, given that you no longer had your parents by your side, Lo'ak knew this aspect of the courtship ritual would need some improvisation.

You felt eternally grateful for how Jake and Neytiri welcomed you into their lives with open arms, knowing that you shared a close bond with their children. Their warm, loving nature made you feel like you had found a second family as they took you under their protective wings–always ensuring that you felt safe and supported.

Jake and Neytiri's genuine affection for you was palpable in every caring interaction, every warm hug, every shared laugh. Each moment solidified your connection with them, showing just how deeply intertwined your lives had become. They wholeheartedly embraced you as one of their own, and it meant the entire world to you.

So when it came to Lo'ak expressing his interest in pursuing a relationship with you, it only felt right to suggest that he seek the blessing of his own parents.

As the last bit of light faded from the sky, you and Lo'ak finally reached the entrance of the Sully family's tent.

With hearts beating boldly in your chests, you prepared yourselves for whatever awaited inside.

Lo'ak was undeniably a bundle of nerves as he contemplated the seemingly monumental task of seeking his parents' approval to court you.

The entire situation was just so, so important to him.

He knew his parents held you in high regard, knew that they shared his deep affection for you. Yet, despite the mutual admiration, Lo'ak couldn't shake the persistent anxiety that lodged itself in the recesses of his mind.

He found himself plagued by nagging doubts and unsettling questions. What if his parents thought he was unworthy of your companionship? Shit, what if they'd already planned for you–the epitome of perfection in their eyes–to be paired off with his brother Neteyam, the perfect son?

Just the thought of it filled him with dread.

As you both neared the tent, you couldn't help but sense a disquieting tension filling the air. You observed how unnervingly quiet Lo'ak had become–a drastic departure from his typically talkative demeanor. Attempting to reestablish a connection, you sought out his gaze, only to be met with disappointment as you discovered that his focus was fixed intently on the ground beneath him as if it held the secret to some unanswerable question; his lips pursed into a thin line across his face–a classic sign of anxiety that you had come to recognize over time.

It was clear to you that Lo'ak's thoughts wandered far beyond the immediate vicinity, consumed by worries of what-ifs and maybes.

You were acutely aware of Lo'ak's continuous struggle with self-doubt. You were sure that his overactive mind must have been racing at breakneck speed, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios that involved his parents flat-out rejecting his courting proposal.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, you were filled with an unyielding sense of determination—a steely resolve to spend every waking moment of your intertwined lives helping Lo'ak see just how truly remarkable he was. You wanted him to understand and embrace his strength, intelligence, and caring nature, not to mention the depths of your unwavering love for him. Firm in your resolution, your heart burgeoned with affection as you thought of your future together.

Chancing a glance at Lo'ak, your eyes danced with delight as you visualized regaling your future children with tales of how his self-doubt once got the best of him. Children who would most likely roll their eyes and say, "Not this story again, Mom," yet they'd listen intently all the same because deep down, they cherished hearing about their father's journey to confidence.

With your heart brimming over, you gently took Lo'ak's hand, delicately entwining your fingers like two lives beautifully twined into one destiny. You then raised your hands toward your lips. You planted a swift yet tender kiss on Lo'ak's knuckles, mimicking his earlier gesture back in the canopy of Hometree.

Your gaze was fixated on Lo'ak with great intensity, your eyes wide with anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, Lo'ak's intense gaze finally found yours, and the creases of concern etched on his face gradually faded away.

A subtle, heartwarming smile sneaked onto his lips, melting your heart and dissolving your own anxiety. You reached out your other hand and gently clasped his, squeezing it reassuringly before letting go and unraveling your intertwined fingers.

Your unspoken words hung in the air as if bound by an ethereal thread of invisible, mutual understanding.

Finally arriving at the tent, you cautiously pulled open the entrance flap and peered inside to find the entire Sully family hard at work.

Your earlier apprehension evolved into a sense of excitement–you loved visiting everyone and hadn't seen them all under one roof in days. The family was engaged in the aftermath of dinner, the children tidying up as Jake and Neytiri sat together with watchful eyes.

Tuk was busy doling out empty bowls to Kiri one after another, almost as if she was testing Kiri's multitasking abilities. Still, Kiri kept up effortlessly with her unmatched speed and precision. Meanwhile, Neteyam found himself stationed on the opposite side of the tent, focused intently on his task of slicing and storing their leftover meat in an improvised smoke pit on the tent's floor.

As Lo'ak and you ventured inside, every single eye was drawn to you–the two missing faces at their dinner table.

Caught by surprise, Tuk couldn't help but exclaim in delight, "y/n!"

It had been a long time since you last laid eyes on the girl–not since before you started your heat. With Tuk's passionate outburst, your heart began to swell with joy, almost as if it were about to burst.

The sound of Lo'ak's little sister's voice was music to your ears, and the palpable excitement emanating from the girl intensified the happiness brewing within you. Tiny footsteps pitter-pattered toward you as Tuk sprinted over and enveloped you in a fiercely warm hug.

Flashing a smile at her, you lovingly cooed, "Hey there, TukTuk."

As you gently ran your hand over Tuk's short braids, which always seemed to have a life of their own, you asked playfully, "How's my favorite little warrior doing?"

The fondness evident in your tone could've melted anyone's heart. However, Tuk wouldn't let the 'little' remark slide without making her case.

In an act of bold defiance–or so she wanted you to believe–Tuk pulled away from you with an exaggerated pout plastered on her face.

Balancing precariously on the tips of her toes, she tried to stand taller despite gravity working against her. "I'm not little anymore!" She whined, though the way she had to tilt her head back almost entirely to look at you from her position kind of mitigated the strength of her declaration.

You gave in to Tuk's relentless persistence, staging an elaborate performance of being utterly mistaken. You grasped her firmly by the shoulders and studied her from head to toe with feigned amazement in your eyes.

"No, you're not so little anymore, are you? When on Pandora did that happen?"

Tuk responded in kind by playfully sticking her tongue out at you. "Probably during the ten thousand days you disappeared! You missed our hunting lesson this week, y/n."

Ouch. The playful jab struck a chord with you.

Though you realized the importance of the hunting lesson, you had no choice but to miss it. In the throes of your first heat cycle, you knew that you were in no condition to handle a bow and arrow yourself, let alone guide an overly enthusiastic and rambunctious child like Tuk in mastering the weapon. However valid the reason, hearing Tuk's innocent complaint still stung.

You offered Tuk a warm, apologetic smile, bending down to be at eye level with the spirited little girl.

"Don't worry, Tuk. I promise we'll have two lessons next week to make up for it, okay yawne?" you said gently.

While still maintaining your warm grin directed at Tuk, you couldn't help but sneak a furtive peek at Jake and Neytiri, who were observing the unfolding conversation with great amusement. You directed a sheepish smile toward the young girl's parents before continuing hesitantly, "Only if it's okay with your amazing parents…"

Catching on to your subtle cues, Neytiri exchanged a knowing glance with her husband before the pair nodded in agreement.

Jake flashed you a reassuring smile that made his eyes sparkle as if to say, "We trust you with our little one."

Turning his attention towards his daughter, he asked tenderly yet authoritatively, "What do you have to say to y/n, Tuk?"

Upon hearing her father's consent to let her participate in the extra hunting lessons with you, Tuk's ears perked up like excited antennas. She couldn't contain herself anymore; an ecstatic squeal escaped her lips as she jumped up and down.

"Yay, yay, yay!" Tuk chanted gleefully, her entire being radiating pure joy and excitement. Grinning from ear to ear, she thanked you by enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug that was impressively strong for such a tiny person. You chuckled at the little girl's boundless energy.

Lo'ak had been diligently observing your interaction with his younger sister, sporting what he was sure must have been the dopiest lovesick grin anyone had ever seen. He stood there, arms folded across his chest as he absorbed the tender exchange between you two.

You and Tuk had always shared an incredibly close bond, with you taking on the role of an older sister for Tuk, despite not sharing a drop of blood. Tuk was smitten with you, looking up to you as if you were a ray of sunshine that could do no wrong.

Initially, Lo'ak found himself struggling with frustration in those moments when Tuk managed to steal away your attention from him–something he begrudgingly admitted he envied. But over time, as his feelings for you grew stronger, so did his appreciation for the happiness you and Tuk shared with one another. The sight of you together made his heart swell with an almost uncontrollable warmth.

You both meant the world to Lo'ak.

At last, Tuk released herself from your embrace and skipped back to her assigned chore of collecting dishes alongside Kiri.

Seizing the moment, Lo'ak casually closed the distance between himself and you, feeling a sense of comfort and assurance as he neared your presence. Your eyes met for a brief instant–time seeming to pause–before you hastily turned away from one another, trying in vain to hide the infatuated expressions on your faces.

Lo'ak finally mustered the courage to meet the curious gaze of his parents, who had been keenly observing the unusually affectionate exchanges between him and you. The unusual air of intimacy between you that did not escape their observant gazes.

Standing under their watchful eyes, Lo'ak felt a wave of nerves wash over him. He tried to gulp them down before slowly nodding at his parents.

In an attempt to be casual, he said, "Uh, do you think we could speak to you two alone for a minute?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the once lively tent was suddenly engulfed in silence. Everyone within earshot seemed to snap their attention to you and Lo'ak, their stares burning holes into the pair of your souls.

Neytiri and Jake exchanged a glance. It was as if they were effortlessly deciphering their son's request through a silent conversation filled with unspoken thoughts and the tiniest of head movements.

Sensing the escalating tension in the room, Lo'ak felt the need to clear his throat rather conspicuously while attempting to put everyone at ease. "Just need to ask you something. But it's kind of important."

The awkwardness seemed to hang in the air for a few more beats before Lo'ak took a deep breath and awaited his parents' response.

Lo'ak could feel the heat rise to his face as he stood there, awkward and nervous. Kiri and Neteyam exchanged a smug, knowing look.

Finally, Jake decided to show some mercy to his youngest son. Turning away from his wife, he gave Lo'ak a firm, reassuring nod.

Trying to regain some semblance of composure, Lo'ak rubbed his clammy hands against his thighs in anticipation. Meanwhile, Jake's attention shifted to the rest of the children as he motioned toward the entrance of their tent.

In a tone that brooked no argument, he ordered, "You three go help each other wash the dishes."

Neteyam responded with immediate obedience, nodding and uttering a determined "Yes, sir."

Kiri, on the other hand, appeared puzzled by the unfolding events. She hesitated for a moment, trying–albeit unsuccessfully–to catch your eye to gain some sort of insight into the perplexing situation unfolding before her.

And poor Tuk just wanted to be in on the action; she let out an exasperated groan at Jake's directive. "But I want to hear what Lo'ak has to ask!" She whined dramatically, her face scrunching up in despair.

Neytiri, with an expression of mild exasperation, cut her eyes at her youngest child. "Tuk," she uttered firmly, "go with your siblings. Now."

Tuk whirled around on her heel, making a grand effort to conceal her overly dramatic eye-roll at her mother's insistence. With a slight huff, she resigned herself to following her mother's wishes.

As the trio of siblings ambled towards the tent's exit, Neteyam, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at his brother, gently placed his hands on Lo'ak's shoulders, squeezing him jokingly before joining their sister. The laughter of Lo'ak's siblings filled the tent as Neteyam gently nudged Tuk ahead of him with a hand on the top of her head, effectively pushing her out of the tent.

With a final giggle from Tuk as she ducked under the entrance flap into the luminescent night outside, the tent fell silent again.

Only Lo'ak, you, Jake, and Neytiri remained within. You were all waiting for someone (cough cough… Lo'ak) to break through it all and speak up.

Lo'ak had always struggled when it came to matters of the heart, but today was the day he needed to suck it up and put an end to his nervousness.

Mustering up all of his courage, he closed the gap between himself and his parents. But before taking that crucial step, he instinctively reached out for your hand as if it were a magical source of support.

Your grip sent a comforting warmth throughout his entire body, filling him with newfound confidence.

He scrutinized his parents' faces, not missing their keen observation of his move. His father's eyebrows slowly rose in realization while his mother tried her best to suppress her emotions. Taking in a deep breath as if vacuuming all his underlying fears away, Lo'ak exhaled forcefully and let the words tumble out:

"I'm asking for your permission to court y/n y/l/n. She means everything to me, and I can't see myself spending my life with anyone else by my side."

He dared to sneak a glance at you, anxious about your reaction.

Much to his relief, he found you already looking at him with a heart-melting tenderness that radiated from your golden eyes. He smiled back at you, feeling swept up in your affectionate gaze.

The tender moment made it almost impossible for him to tear himself away from you and refocus on his still-silent parents, who were looking at him with unwavering attention.

With hesitant anticipation, he continued, "You two were close with y/n's parents, and you practically raised y/n as one of your own, so…. we thought it'd be good to ask for your blessings."

Holding his breath, Lo'ak nervously awaited their reactions, observing how his parents exchanged a glance filled with a myriad of emotions.

It was his mother who broke the facade first.

A brilliant, heartfelt smile graced her features, and she raised a trembling hand to her lips as an overwhelming surge of emotions threatened to spill over.

Meanwhile, Jake spoke up first.

Though he didn't appear outwardly as gripped by emotion as his wife, anyone could tell that he, too, was immensely proud and overjoyed that his son had found someone who brought such deep and meaningful love into his life.

"Wow. Jesus. I mean, I don't think there's anyone out there that'd be a better match for either one of you," Jake declared, gazing back and forth between you and Lo'ak with rare affection crossing his features.

Neytiri, her eyes glossy with emotion, rose to her feet, gracefully making her way toward the young couple. "Za'u," she beckoned softly.

That caused you and Lo'ak to exchange puzzled glances, each unsure which of you Neytiri was addressing.

Your curiosity was promptly answered when Neytiri enfolded both of you within the warm sanctuary of her arms, pressing your heads gently against her shoulders as a surge of happiness washed over her. Neytiri closed her eyes in contentment, savoring the tender moment.

"I'm so happy for you," she whispered. "Eywa has blessed you both."

Neytiri carefully disentangled herself from the warmth of the double embrace, only to draw you back into a warm one-on-one hug of her own.

Gently, she planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead, the gesture carrying the love of a million mothers.

A rush of emotion surged through you at her affection.

Blinking back tears that threatened to spill and blur your view, you were reminded of how your mother used to shower you with the same tender love before her passing.

As Neytiri cradled you in her arms, she noticed the emotional turmoil wracking through your body through your shaky, uneven breaths. She stroked your head in an attempt to soothe you, letting her nimble fingers dance through your hair. Leaning in, Neytiri tenderly pressed her cheek against the top of your head as a silent testament to your bond.

When Neytiri pulled back, she had a watery smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes lit up with rare humor as she delivered her following words in a low voice–retaining the severe undertones that showed how deeply she meant them: "If my youngest son ever so much as causes you the slightest torment…"

The way Neytiri trailed off was a threat in and of its own.

Her eyes honed in on the boy she spoke of, who was locked in the middle of a warm paternal embrace with his father.

The powerful glare she sent him should have made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but Lo'ak seemed surprisingly unphased. It was as if the notion that he could ever cause harm to you was so insane that it didn't warrant a reaction.

"That's not gonna happen," Lo'ak confidently stated, unwavering certainty in his voice. "Care too much about her." As he directed a tender, love-struck smile toward you, there was no mistaking just how much he meant those words.

His parents didn't need the divine intervention to understand their son's feelings for you. They knew exactly how deeply rooted the connection was between you and Lo'ak—an undeniable bond formed in your childhood that only continued to strengthen as you grew.

The knowledge brought a slight chuckle from Neytiri and her husband as they recalled Lo'ak's younger days.

Getting him to utter two sentences without bringing you up was practically impossible. No matter what the topic, he'd somehow always steer it right back to your name–"y/n did this," "y/n said that," "Guess what y/n and I did today!"

Little Lo'ak just wouldn't shut up about you.

Even Jake, who was undeniably a tad awkward and unsure of how to navigate this kind of conversation with his son, as well as the girl he'd witnessed grow up alongside his boy, couldn't help but grin at Lo'ak's passionate proclamation of love for you.

Honestly, Jake hadn't anticipated having to address matters of courtship for at least a few more years–and he certainly didn't foresee having to tackle it with Lo'ak before addressing it with Neteyam.

The entire situation left him feeling woefully unprepared when Lo'ak initially sought permission, yet he soon realized that your innocent love was so pure and natural that it effortlessly sidestepped any potential awkwardness. He observed the spark in both of your eyes, especially when you glanced at each other shyly from time to time.

For all intents and purposes, you were already an integral part of the Sully family.

Jake took that fact in stride, stepping away from his son with a final squeeze to his shoulder. He moved towards you, opening his arms and enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You were such a great kid, full of kindness and talent and good spirits–truly exceptional in every way. The fact only became more evident as you gently disentangled yourself from Jake's hug, gratitude shining in your eyes as you expressed your thanks for allowing his son to court you.

"Thank you, Jake," you said earnestly.

With a twinkle in his eye, Jake shook his head and playfully patted you on the top of your head. His grin widened as he replied, "No, thank you," he said, feigning great relief.

With a comical tilt of his head and an exaggerated sigh, he gestured toward Lo'ak.

The boy had by now found himself trapped in his mother's grasp and was being forcibly tucked under her protective chin. Her arms locked tightly around his head–the quintessential motherly embrace.

Jake continued, "Finally have this knucklehead off my hands." Jake barely suppressed a chuckle as his smile threatened to split his face in half.

For a brief moment, Neytiri detached herself from Lo'ak and directed a sharp hiss at her husband. The sudden change in demeanor caused Jake's eyes to widen in terror, his hands flying upwards in an attempt to appease his angered spouse.

Hastily, he clarified, "Just a joke, honey," ensuring that he steered as far away as possible from evoking Neytiri's wrath.

After casting her scrutinizing gaze on Jake, Neytiri opted to continue hugging her son with bone-crushing enthusiasm. She gently swayed Lo'ak from side to side, demonstrating the depth of a mother's love for her child.

With a playfully exasperated expression, Jake glanced toward you with exaggerated wide eyes and an almost comical air of disbelief. However, you were oblivious to Jake's silent banter. Your attention was focused entirely on Lo'ak.

You were utterly captivated by the scene unfolding before you, a smile adorning your face as you marveled at the love and affection emanating from Neytiri towards her son.

The boy valiantly tried to appear unbothered by his mother's enthusiastic hugging, maintaining an aura of toughness in your presence despite being completely smothered in affection.

It was common knowledge that Lo'ak had always been, and would forever remain, a complete momma's boy.

Despite the countless death glares and faux threats she'd send in the direction of her youngest son, Neytiri couldn't help but be utterly tender-hearted when it came to him. You found this charming trait of their relationship to be incredibly endearing.

Lo'ak usually loved the attention (but he'd never admit that out loud).

Now, however, he was far from enthused about his mother's public displays of affection.

He grumbled into her loving embrace, "Alright, Mom." His voice unintentionally took on a higher pitch as his embarrassment grew while being cradled by his mother like a toddler, especially since his brand-new girlfriend was standing right there witnessing it all.

As endearing as it was, you found the entire scenario absolutely hilarious.

Lo'ak just looked so adorably dorky hunched over, his head pressed to his teary-eyed mother's chest.

You tried your best to maintain a straight face but eventually had to place a hand over your mouth to hold back the peals of laughter that threatened to break free at any moment.

Finally, Neytiri reluctantly pulled away from the embrace, holding her son out at arm's length. With tender affection, she placed both hands on either side of Lo'ak's cheeks, gently squeezing them as she cherished the heartfelt moment.

Lo'ak closed his eyes in mortification at the sound of both his girlfriend's and his father's hushed laughter.

He had half a mind to flip you both the finger over his mother's shoulder.

You sat in your tent the following night, meticulously combing through your hair.

You had always been particularly attentive to the care of your hair, finding solace in the repetitive motion that reminded you of how your mother used to tend to it during your childhood.

A snippet of memory flashed through your mind–you, young and energetic, fearlessly training to be a skilled warrior, constantly pushing yourself to new limits. With such an active lifestyle, it was no wonder that your hair frequently suffered the consequences, transforming into an entangled mess by the end of most days.

Your mother, a tender-hearted woman with caring hands, was the only person you felt comfortable entrusting with the delicate task of caring for and braiding your hair.

The memory of her gentle touch still lingered in your mind—her delicate fingers gliding effortlessly through the tangled strands of hair. It was almost therapeutic for you, sitting in your mother's lap as she skillfully braided each section while sharing tales of wisdom and laughter.

You refused to let anyone else handle your hair when she passed away.

Despite numerous heartfelt offers from Omatikayan women around you to braid and aid in grooming as a show of support, you simply couldn't bring yourself to accept them. You just couldn't bear the thought of someone else's hands on the same hair your mother had once lovingly tended to.

You meticulously pulled the front portion of your hair away from your face, fastening it securely at the back of your head with a durable leather band.

You stared intently at your reflection, your gaze lingering on your mother's eyes, your father's nose.

Despite the familiar features, their absence weighed heavily in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder what they would've thought about you, about who you've become, if only they were still there to see you now as you prepared for your first date.

A bittersweet mix of emotions swirled inside you as you gently brushed your hair forward until it cascaded over your shoulders and down your chest. Out of habit, you drew free two strands from the half-ponytail that you created, delicately framing your facial features.

Pausing to critically assess your overall appearance, you cast a discerning eye over your body, slightly adjusting the newly woven top you had painstakingly labored over until it achieved the perfect fit.

Your chest rose with pride as you took in the iridescent beads that tastefully accented your creation, subtly shimmering when caught by the light.

Your loincloth paired flawlessly with the eye-catching top, featuring similar beading that dangled gracefully from its front. The beaded strands ran down the length of your long legs, striking just the right chord between elegance and allure.

You never really paid much attention to your appearance–after all, you were a fierce warrior in a world where looks held no clout on the battlefield.

However, as you gazed at your reflection on this particular night, you felt a surge of beauty and confidence.

Your eyes were naturally drawn to the vibrant yellow flower Kiri had hand-picked for you earlier that day when you told the girl that Lo'ak had nervously asked you out on a date.

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's clumsy demeanor during the encounter–fumbling over his words and blushing like a smitten teenage girl as he barely managed to stammer out an invitation for a late-night rendezvous of sorts.

As you delicately plucked the brilliant yellow flower from its resting spot on your dresser, you felt a thrill run down your spine.

Tonight's date meant more to you than you cared to admit. You stood poised with the flower in hand, ready to adorn yourself with the token of affection and begin the new chapter in your relationship with Lo'ak.

Then came the knock, the gentle rapping at the entrance of your tent accompanied by Lo'ak's familiar voice calling out your name.

"You can come in," you announced as you anxiously peered over your shoulder.

A smile spread across your face as you observed Lo'ak's crouched form gently pushing aside the tent's flap and emerging into your home.

He made a gallant attempt at entering; however, his feet became rooted to the ground halfway in, his mouth hanging open a bit in astonishment upon seeing you. His eyes roved up and down your body, overtly analyzing every little detail of your entire essence. You sent his mind into a frenzy, and for a moment, words escaped him.

"Hi, Lo'ak," you greeted him warmly, flashing him an infectious smile that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of the tent.

It was evident that your presence had thrown Lo'ak off balance as he desperately fumbled for words while attempting to regain his composure.

Lo'ak swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as he focused back on your face.

It finally dawned on him that his grip on the tent's flap had intensified–it seemed like he had been hanging onto it as if it was his lifeline while processing the sheer beauty standing before him.

Realizing just how crazy he probably looked, he self-consciously released his grasp on the flap and cautiously stepped into the safe haven of your home.

As Lo'ak tried to nonchalantly re-familiarize himself with the tent's surroundings, you could barely stifle a snicker at his disarray.

Finally somewhat composed, Lo'ak began to speak, "You look…" but his voice faltered as his eyes betrayed him once more.

They darted across your figure involuntarily, leaving him both stunned and in awe. You were still the same breathtakingly beautiful girl he had always known and admired. However, tonight, you seemed to shine in a new and enchanting light–literally.

Your presence was almost ethereal as the silver beams of moonlight snuck into your tent and surrounded your form in a mesmerizing halo-like essence.

The glistening beads adorning your chest seemed to dance with the light, casting a dreamy glow upon your lithe frame.

Lo'ak tried valiantly to regain control of his words and emotions but found himself anchored by the unexpected enchantment of the moment. Attempting to form words of admiration, Lo'ak stumbled over his speech like awkward footsteps on uneven ground.

Unable to articulate his thoughts clearly, he barely managed to stutter out, "Shit. I mean—Wow…"

He locked eyes with you as if seeking solace from his own bewilderment. After a fleeting quietude, he finished his sentence with newfound determination, "You look beautiful."

His actions manifested his flustered state even further when he raised a shaky hand to his forehead and trailed it downwards through the air in a long overdue–yet still adorably charming–greeting.

He'd finally come to his senses enough to realize that maybe he should stop embarrassing himself in front of you.

Banishing any lingering awkwardness, Lo'ak consciously steadied himself.

"Thanks, Lo'," you mumbled, your cheeks taking on a familiar pink-purple hue as you glanced away from Lo'ak's gaze and down at the flower that was still cradled in your hands.

Even though you desperately attempted to hide it, the warmth of shyness spread through your chest like wildfire.

Lo'ak closed the distance separating you by taking a few deliberate steps closer. It might have been the potent allure of your subtle beauty or the infectious nature of your timidness, but either way, he found himself compelled towards you. He stood just inches from you, close enough that he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body.

With a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he whispered softly, "Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How lucky I am?" He knew that his words were cheesy and gross, and his siblings would never shut up about it if they ever heard about it, but he was convinced that no mortal realm could produce something so divine as your blush-flushed face.

A grin threatened to stretch across his face as he took in your reaction.

His hands reached out gingerly to cradle your face, gently caressing your soft skin as they traveled down the curve of your neck and over your delicate shoulders. And then, with the tenderness of a caring lover, he took your hands into his own and clasped them tightly.

Your fingers intertwined effortlessly as if they had been crafted specifically for one another's grasp–a lifetime of emotions passing between you both in a single moment.

Though you rolled your eyes at his cliché words, you were painfully aware that your cheeks were glowing under his adoring gaze.

Pretending to be unaffected, you playfully wrapped your arms around his neck while gently brushing your nose against his, giving him a teasing grin.

"Shut up," you replied, a hint of laughter in your voice, "I'm the lucky one."

And as you spoke the words, you couldn't help but wonder if the incredibly surreal moment was just a figment of your imagination.

As if there was no way the boy you'd been in love with for your entire life reciprocated feelings for you. You felt warm all over. It was like a group of woodsprites was performing a magical dance inside your stomach, their delicate arms fluttering with each beat of your heart.

Lo'ak found himself completely captivated by your charming smile–so much so that he could only blink down at you in disbelief as if attempting to comprehend how such an extraordinary moment could be happening to him.

His half-lidded eyes fixated upon the enticing allure of your lips. It was at that precise moment that whatever had been the topic of your conversation seemed to vaporize into thin air.

Lo'ak leaned in, hesitating just a hair's breadth away from your tantalizing lips. And then, with unbridled intensity, he pressed his mouth against yours, wasting no time before deepening the passionate connection as he felt you eagerly reciprocate.

A sweet sigh escaped from your lips, reverberating into Lo'ak's very soul. Your hands cupped his face with an urgency that coaxed him to close the already minute distance between your bodies–a task that seemed impossible and yet one you were both determined to conquer.

The chemistry between the two of you pulsated like a current, undeniable and completely intoxicating.

Lo'ak circled his arms around your waist, drawing you close as you finessed your way onto your tiptoes in an effort to bridge your height difference. With your chests pressed together, your hearts seemingly beat together as one.

You were the first to begrudgingly break away from the heated kiss, the burgeoning passion of it all causing your breath to come in little more than shallow gasps.

As you fought for air, elation danced across your features; Lo'ak's eyes were drawn to the hypnotic way your chest, adorned with all the little shimmering beads of your top, rose and fell like waves on a storm-tossed sea.

Lo'ak tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it slowly, breathlessly whispering words that seemed simultaneously incredulous and euphoric: "You're not real…"

You still had no idea how to accept the compliments that continually flew from Lo'ak's lips, so you pushed him lightly in the chest–though some might argue it was more of a loving shove.

After a lingering moment, you slowly pulled away and carefully handed the delicate flower you held in your hands to Lo'ak before pivoting away from him, your back towards his front. "Can you put this in my hair for me?" You asked, catching his eye in the polished stone in front of you.

Lo'ak's eyes met yours in the reflection, and you both shared a smile before he acquiesced with a gentle nod of assent.

Lo'ak grinned from ear to ear, his heart swelling with warmth at such a simple yet intimately domestic request. He gathered himself together, consciously straightening his posture and adjusting his stance.

He wove the fragile stem of the flower through the portion of hair you had previously tied back. Using the tenderness of his fingers, he tied your hair and the flower stem together in a knot to ensure it stayed secure.

The artistry of such a simple gesture wasn't lost on him–this was akin to securing his place in your life with every twist and turn of the stem.

After ensuring that his handiwork was secure, he used his fingers to tilt your head to the side, glancing back into the reflective surface so that you could appreciate his masterpiece.

Lo'ak was pleasantly surprised to find that you were already stealing glances at him through the reflection. Your sparkling eyes, ripe with amusement and a dash of affectionate mockery at his antics, shone brightly as you clearly struggled to suppress your laughter.

From his position behind you, Lo'ak grasped the underside of your chin and carefully tilted your head back until your eyes met the tent's ceiling. You squinted in bewilderment, eyes narrowing even further as a mischievous smile spread across Lo'ak's face.

Lo'ak leaned in closer until his lips brushed against your forehead, leaving a tender kiss that lingered for just a moment.

You exhaled sharply, your eyes crinkling shut while you reveled in the sheer bliss of the moment. You beamed at Lo'ak's endearing display of affection.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that forehead kisses were Lo'ak's thing, and it made your heart lurch every single time.

Your connection was palpable, transcending language as your hearts seemed to communicate all on their own.

Bringing your head back to its forward-facing position, you were quickly enveloped in Lo'ak's arms as they wrapped around your front.

His chin lovingly rested in the crook of your shoulder, and his warm breath cascaded by your cheek and neck like an enchanted breeze coaxing delicate goosebumps to dance across your skin. He pressed a fleeting kiss onto your cheek, a domestic little gesture that sent your nerve endings alight with sparks of sensitivity and made your once-even breath catch in your throat.

Your hands instinctively reached up to clasp onto Lo'ak's arms, tracing the contours of his sinewy muscles through entwined fingers. Your thumb made small circles on his warm skin as if penning words of adoration only your hearts could read.

There you stood, intertwined and basking in the unparalleled closeness for what felt like an eternity.

For those precious moments, nothing else mattered. The two of you were lost in a world entirely your own.

As you absentmindedly traced your fingers along Lo'ak's forearm, you spotted an unfamiliar band wrapped around his arm. It immediately caught your attention, as it was different from his usual simply woven armband.

Unable to restrain your curiosity, you gave Lo'ak a gentle nudge and pointed to the new accessory, casually inquiring, "When did you get this?"

Lo'ak seemed to be suddenly jolted back to reality by your unexpected query. His eyes darted toward the band adorning his arm, and a sheepish grin slowly crept onto his lips.

He removed the armband from himself and proudly presented it to you. His demeanor brimming with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he uttered with an uncharacteristically shy tone, "I made it for you. Yesterday."

As his outstretched fingers reached toward your arm, you found yourself willingly pliant under his hands.

His touch was feather-light as he allowed his fingers to skate up the length of your arm, carefully wrapping the leather band around your bicep. He tightened it, ensuring it hugged you snugly like a second skin.

His fingers may have lingered just a moment longer than necessary, but neither of you seemed to mind.

He took a step back to observe his work, his probing gaze nervously flickering back and forth between the armband and your face in a bid to gauge your reaction to his first courting gift.

"Lo'ak…" you began, your voice barely a whisper as you stared in sheer wonder at the extraordinary gift that adorned your arm. Unable to leash the surge of euphoria that washed over you, a radiant smile stretched across your face as you meticulously inspected every detail in the craftsmanship.

It was an incredibly intricate weave, with methodical rows of tiny cerulean beads meticulously embedded along the center. Dangling from the forefront of the band was a stunning azure feather, swaying gently with each movement of your arm.

The thought that Lo'ak had not only taken his valuable time but also poured his heart and soul into creating such a beautiful gift just for you was utterly mind-blowing.

Your cheeks began to ache from the relentless grinning, but you genuinely couldn't help yourself.

Imagining Lo'ak hunched over the delicate materials late into the night, painstakingly threading bead after bead, all for you, brought unprecedented warmth to your heart. You could practically envision him cursing under his breath, an endearing grimace on his face as he unraveled yet another misaligned row of beads.

"Kiri and Tuk had to teach me how to get all the beads lined up straight, but still."

Lo'ak's face blushed an even deeper shade of purple as you closely examined the painstakingly crafted armband, your expression filled with a particular fondness that seemed to make time stand still.

Attempting to regain his composure, Lo'ak continued, trying his best to keep his voice steady, "Just wanted to make something special for you," he said, a palpable warmth–similar to that of a comforting fire on a cold night–permeating his words.

Now resting snugly on your bicep, the armband was more than just a simple gift. Each cluster of beads spiraling around your arm symbolized friendship and love, telling the story of how the two of your lives had imperfectly intertwined.

At last, you raised your gaze and met his eyes, a spark igniting between you. Your expression undoubtedly revealed the full force of emotions his gift had stirred within you.

You'd fallen for him hard; the sensation nearly swamped you in its intensity.

As if pulled by an invisible force, your hand reached out for Lo'ak and gripped his arm, pulling him closer to you gently but firmly. There was something pleasing in the way he immediately sensed your intentions and effortlessly tilted down to bridge the distance between your lips.

Your lips intertwined in a passionate dance, each kiss a familiar step in an ever-evolving choreography. Each touch sent your senses aflame. Your fingers tightened around his arms, and you felt giddy with desire as you practically drank Lo'ak in.

Lo'ak slowly broke away from you, gazing into your eyes with a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

"So, you like the gift?" he inquired, his deep voice barely above a whisper while a playful light danced in his eyes.

He enjoyed how eagerly you reached out for him, unable to resist pulling him back into your tight and loving embrace.

"Shut up," you mumbled for the second time that day, your tone filled with affectionate annoyance. Without wasting another moment, you reconnected your lips to Lo'ak's once more as if you were drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force. Your fingers found their way through the mess of his braids, gently caressing and teasing.

You eagerly swiped your tongue against Lo'ak's, and a low groan of satisfaction resonated from the depths of his throat as he became lost in your enthusiasm.

The sensation sent shivers down your spine as the sound resonated against your lips, fusing together with every captivating touch and connection between the two of you.

Gradually, almost imperceptibly, Lo'ak started guiding you further into the tent. With each step, his presence felt more magnetic, drawing you in closer until the back of your legs made contact with your dining table. All the while, your lips remained locked in a passionate–bordering on messy–kiss.

Lo'ak gently took hold of the backs of your thighs and lifted you with an ease that spoke volumes about his strength until you found yourself seated upon the table's edge, anticipation coursing through your veins.

A shiver of delight raced down your spine as you were acutely aware of the intimate position you found yourselves in.

Lo'ak stood firmly between your legs, his warm hands resting securely on the tops of your thighs. His fingers occasionally tightened and released their grip on your soft flesh, almost like an instinctive response to the intensity of the moment.

Using your new position to his advantage, Lo'ak broke away from your lips.

His mouth began exploring new territory, leaving a smoldering trail of kisses starting from your flushed cheek before continuing slightly lower along the delicate line of your jaw. With each tender brush of his lips, it felt like he was both adoring and claiming you simultaneously.

With no intention of stopping his tender assault on your senses anytime soon, Lo'ak continued to leave a line of heated kisses down your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and tantalizingly close. It felt so good; you didn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

The potent spell that seemed to surround you both only grew stronger with every caress from Lo'ak's lips against your sensitive skin.

As if by instinct, you tilted your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. A broken moan escaped your lips, embarrassingly louder than you intended, when he tenderly bit at the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder.

You could feel the corners of his lips curving into a satisfied grin against your skin, evidently taking pleasure in the extent to which he was able to produce such a response from you.

Over the course of several days, during which you slowly began to explore one another's bodies, the two of you seemed to have acquired an almost complete understanding of one another's desires and sensitivities. It wasn't exactly surprising, considering that before all this happened, Lo'ak had always been–and would continue to be– your best friend.

He was the one person who truly knew you inside and out.

Now that your relationship had evolved into something more intimate beyond mere friendship, it made sense that Lo'ak also possessed a profound knowledge of the delicate parts of your body–the places where tender kisses and gentle touches could reduce you to a quivering mess.

He knew exactly where to plant his kisses and caresses, how to hold and embrace you in a way that made you lose any semblance of control and unravel in his arms. And there you were: completely surrendering yourself to him, falling apart in his warm embrace as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lo'ak refocused his attention on the tender spot on your neck, an area that he knew was hyper-sensitive to the touch. He pressed gentle kisses and nips into the skin, causing your body to tremble with each electrifying sensation.

You were gripped by a whirlwind of intensity. Your heart raced as your legs instinctively circled around his waist, trapping him closer to you.

Your hands seemed to move on their own accord as they wandered down the sides of Lo'ak's body, leaving a trail of light scratches etched into his skin. Your delicate touch actually caused Lo'ak to whimper against the crook of your neck—an almost inaudible sound that only heightened your desire for him.

Breathless and more than a little out of it by the intensity of it all, you managed to muster a question laced with curiosity and amusement.

"So, is this the date?"

The question hung in the air as you added, "Because I really don't mind–"

Before you could finish that thought, Lo'ak abruptly paused–your words bringing him back to reality in an instant. His sharp intake of breath broke the spell that had previously engulfed him in a lustful haze.

He yanked his mouth away from your neck, staring back at you with dark eyes and an indescribable expression etched across his face.

"Fuck, y/n," he mumbled under his breath; all the while, a grin threatened to conquer the entire expanse of his face.

He couldn't help but take note of your disheveled state, and his chest swelled with pride as he spotted the rapidly forming bruise near your collarbone–a mark of his doing. He shamelessly took in the sight of you, ragged and raw, completely enamored as if you were the most captivating being he'd ever encountered.

His lungs labored for air; he was breathing heavily from the intensity of the experience shared between you two. Yet, even so, it appeared as if there was still more to be said or done–a lingering craving that hadn't been fully quenched.

As if driven by an unspoken instinct, Lo'ak wasted no time closing the distance between you once more. However, this time, his approach was gentler: a brief, tender press against your lips that held all the sweetness and promise of future love.

As he stepped back, his fingers circled around your wrist, securing a gentle grip before gingerly tugging you away from the table's edge–back into reality.

"No," he responded, shaking his head emphatically but with a beaming smile remaining on his face. "I planned it all out. You're just… really distracting."

As if to confirm his statement, Lo'ak's eyes helplessly wandered over your figure once again, taking in every detail as you stood there before him.

A gentle, tender look filled his eyes as he extended his arm and readjusted the position of your top, which must have shifted out of place in the excitement of all that had just transpired.

Lo'ak's careful touch and earnest words effectively conveyed the profound connection that had formed between the two of you. There was an undeniable feeling surrounding you–a bond that exceeded mere physical attraction and delved into the realm of the emotional and unspoken.

Lo'ak paused for a moment, allowing both of you to exchange a look teeming with intimacy and understanding before you spoke up.

"So, it's my fault then?" Your question came out half-jokingly as you tried to divert attention from the increasingly warm blush tinting your cheeks in response to Lo'ak's sincere affection.

Lo'ak laughed at your unyielding nature. He was well aware of just how stubborn you could be at times, and this had become one of those instances where your resilience never ceased to amaze him.

Taking a few measured steps backward, he tried to suppress the burning temptation of getting sidetracked by your infectious energy yet again. Lo'ak knew that if he didn't act now, the date night he had meticulously planned would be nothing more than a distant dream.

Lo'ak gradually inched toward the exit of your tent, a mixture of anticipation and excitement bubbling up inside him, fueling his desire for the evening to be completely memorable.

As he extended his hand towards you, an inviting smile lingered playfully on his lips–a silent invitation for you to take a leap of faith into the evening that awaited the two of you. Lo'ak knew all too well how much you loved exploring the forest and uncovering its secrets alongside him, and tonight would be no exception.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somewhere cool," he enticed, emphasizing his offer by subtly nudging his head toward his outstretched hand.

The moment the idea was proposed, your eyes widened in excitement, and your entire being became enveloped by a childlike sense of joy.

The thought of venturing into the late-night forest alongside Lo'ak sent jolts of anticipation through your body. After all, embarking on these nocturnal escapades had grown to become one of your most treasured pastimes with your best friend.

You could feel the magnetic pull between you and Lo'ak, who stirred within you an eagerness that made any resistance utterly hopeless. He possessed a unique kind of charm that made it genuinely impossible for you to say no, even if you'd wanted to.

Honestly, if Lo'ak asked anything of you, you would probably oblige without hesitation.

It seemed almost instinctive for your fingers to reach out and intertwine with his in a display of trust and camaraderie that seemed to transcend words or even conscious thought.

As Lo'ak gently pulled you forward and out of your tent, the familiar sensation of adrenaline coursed through your veins–a fierce brightness against the inky blackness of the night that seemed to beckon you further into its embrace.

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Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

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